Bloom where you're planted.

Leave a light on in the dark, maybe you'll guide somebody in. Someone to tell you who you are. Someone to carry who you've been. ~tg

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Maybe February's not so bad(Warning, sappy girly story ahead....)

Have you ever prayed for something for so long, that when God blesses you with it you're so overwhelmed you don't know how to respond? I've met someone. That's right, the eternally single Liz has met someone. Ok, so I didn't just meet him. I met him this summer. We've been friends for a while now. He's great. He's not the type that I would've expected to end up with, but I'd say he's pretty much perfect for me and so much more than I would've thought to ask for. I know that this is just the beginning, but there's something so different about it when you've been friends for months first. The more time I've spent with him, the more time I've wanted to spend with him. He's really neat. That's all I'm saying. :)

I honestly wasn't expecting it to all come out in the open when it did. I know that he's shy, and I know that he's very cautious about situations like that, so I really expected that I'd still be praying about this in 6 months and honestly I was ok with that. But maybe he sensed just how much I've been struggling with it. Maybe he knew I've been having a hard time not being completely obvious about it. I don't know. Regardless, how it came out was so much more than I expected.

Since this is my blog, and it makes me happy, I'm going to tell the story here. :)

The other night after Bible Study, a bunch of us went out to eat and I rode over to the restaurant with a girl who left straight from there to go home. So I'd left my car at his house so I rode back with him to pick up my car. I was inside getting my Bible and was almost to the door when he says that he has something for me. And I'm kind of surprised and I say for me? and he says yeah, it's really cheezy... then he proceeds to go in his office and pull out this piece of cardstock that he's glued to another piece of cardstock. And on the top he's printed "Application" Then with stickers it says "Dirty Hot Passionate Guy" and then says for Elizabeth Truitt. (Sidebar: my friends give me a hard time b/c I tend to like the guys who dress a little stranger, and I want someone passionate, so it's become the joke that I want a dirty hot passionate guy... keeping in mind that he is very reserved, works for Lilly and looks like he just stepped foot out of Banana Republic, and not the nearest Vintage store.) Anyway, back to the application. I start to smile, then I look down and see that is says under Application- Dirty Hot Passionate Guy for Elizabeth, he's written his name, and then his address, date of birth, age, marital status all that stuff. So here's when I start to realize what it is, and I proceed to drop everything I'm holding onto the floor while I read it. As if that wasn't good enough I'm just going to put on here what he wrote following all that b/c honestly I think it's easily one of the most romantic things anyone has ever given me. Here's the rest:

Education: Little to none, however, I want to be the man of her dreams. (I'm a fast learner.)

Experience: No experience as a dirty, hot passionate male, but I am a neat dork. (sidebar again: I've been using the word neat a lot so that was simply for my benefit.)

Misc: We both LOVE God and want to know Him more.

Comments: She has a beautiful soul (Yes, I just used a line from a bad teen/pop song). She understands my weird personality and she still sticks around. From the moment I met her I wanted to be her friends, and from the moment I became her friend I wanted to be more. Above all, she makes me want to be Dirty, Hot, and Passionate.

Yeah, so that's it. For the record, to have someone say that they want to be the man of my dreams seriously overwhelms me. And the fact that I think he may very well be the man of my dreams just makes it that much more amazing. I know, I know, this is a whole lot sappier than I normally am. But maybe just maybe he's made me turn over a new leaf.

Monday, February 07, 2005

I hate February.

Somehow I thought that maybe since last year I was pretty burnt out on my job, and pretty burnt out on life in general, that that was the precise reason I hated February and this year would be different.

I was wrong.

My mood started going downhill about Tuesday and this week is no better. Not that it’s a bad mood, or really a sad mood. Just an off mood. I wanted to blame it today on a case of the Mondays, but I really don’t think that’s it.

I tried to cheer up by an M&M cookie from Subway. They’re discontinued. So I thought, ok, I’ll just get Mt. Dew, and their machine was out. Blast.

Our system has been up and down all day long, and right now I want nothing more than climb under my desk and take a nap.

Don’t get me wrong, I had a great weekend in Cincinnati, I had a super time with some close friends that I haven’t seen since the fall. We had some great sushi, I did some shopping and I even saw RENT with a good cast. Including the best Collins I think I’ve ever seen. But even then I found myself crying through the whole show. Not that I don’t normally cry at one point or another, but more often than not is not usually the case. Maybe I should just blame all this on that time of the month.

I don’t think that’s it either. Maybe I should blame it on that wonderful holiday coming up Monday, but really it’s just another day out of the year, and that’s not it either. Maybe I should blame it on the fact that I got called out yesterday by the worker at the Goodwill who said I did my hair different. No, I don’t actually know the girl working at the Goodwill, so that didn’t mean different from usual. That meant two different colors, that I had convinced myself was not THAT obvious. Guess I was wrong. So I dyed it again around midnight last night, and hopefully it’s at least a little better than it was. Still not perfect, but as long as I don’t look quite so obvious about it. Still don’t think that’s it though.

So maybe I’ll just blame it on February and make another Mellow February mixed CD like I did last year. I can start a collection. I’ll take into consideration any suggestions my dear readers have to offer. Right now we’ve got Keane, some B-side Damien Rice stuff and a little Chris Thile. I think I’m off to a good start. Best thing about this month so far. I'm not sure what that means when the highlight is collecting depressing music for a CD... but hey it's only Monday, and we're only a week in. It still has time to look up.